Immortal....

Originally posted by phlogiston
Well why don't you take it and talk to the bus woman, fer gawds sake?

Look, just shut up ok? Im just waiting for the right moment, thats all! :D :) ;)
 
Originally posted by Goreripper



Anyhoo, Phloggy, the Impaled Nazarene album you have is called "Tol Compt Norz Norz Norz".

:D

Oh my god, how does ANYONE take black metal seriously? That is the funniest album title I have ever heard! :lol:
 
Yup, you just gotta do what I did. It's easy. Just be quiet and hide in the corner of a club. Wait till a girl gets really, really drunk and picks you up. 8 years later, it all good :D
 
Originally posted by phlogiston
Yup, you just gotta do what I did. It's easy. Just be quiet and hide in the corner of a club. Wait till a girl gets really, really drunk and picks you up. 8 years later, it all good :D


Hmmm... not an option for me as I don't frequent clubs. How about if I got talked into going to a Halloween party by a very persuasive friend, and upon my arrival, was introduced to her charming (and intimidatingly tall) sister?

I knew something was wrong the moment we started discussing our mutual fondness for serial killer books and horror movies :lol:. Three years later, I still feel like somebody's belted me in the head with a frozen chicken. Such is life...

W
 
Originally posted by Wrathchild



Hmmm... not an option for me as I don't frequent clubs. How about if I got talked into going to a Halloween party by a very persuasive friend, and upon my arrival, was introduced to her charming (and intimidatingly tall) sister?

I knew something was wrong the moment we started discussing our mutual fondness for serial killer books and horror movies :lol:. Three years later, I still feel like somebody's belted me in the head with a frozen chicken. Such is life...

W

That's the beauty of it, neither do I! It was a metal club, and I had to get my arm twisted to go.

And you seem to have missed an important step. it should have been more along the lines of:

...upon my arrival, was introduced to her charming (and intimidatingly tall) and staggeringly drunk sister?

And belted in the head with a frozen chicken...is that a good thing or a bad thing?
 
Well, as it was only 6:30 she wasn't staggeringly drunk, but she seemed to enjoy my company (and still does, just not on the same level that I enjoy hers!) She also takes a while to reply to my witty, carefully worded emails, which is a key source of my desperation...

"Belted in the head with a frozen chicken" is about as close as I can get to a description of lurve at first sight, so I dunno if it's a good thing or a bad thing. Never been very good with romantic analogies, but if it's a poetic description of a mutilated corpse you're after, you only have to ask :).

W